"Sleeping Snow Pure Cold… what kind of ending awaits them?" Jingliu asked in a low voice.
She was not entirely cut off from the world outside, nor was she lost solely in the grief of losing her Master.
Jing Yuan kept her informed of the merits and faults of everyone involved in this catastrophe through Jade Abacuses.
At present, all she knew was that Sleeping Snow Pure Cold had followed her Master in meddling with the forbidden and were now undergoing interrogation inside The Shackling Prison.
They were seniors she had known for a thousand years. More importantly, they had been her Master's people. As for her Master himself… he was no longer here.
She knew him too well.
Once he decided on a course of action, he would not care about his reputation after he was gone, let alone how outsiders might judge him once he was dead.
"For them, the pain of Tomomu Kanzaki's departure is no less than yours," Fu Hua said, a complicated note in her voice. "So their ending will be decided by themselves."
She changed the subject without lingering.
"The same goes for you. How you walk your future path depends entirely on yourself."
With that, her figure quietly dissipated.
Jingliu found a secluded place where no one would disturb her and began examining the Jade Abacuses one by one.
The first was a Tracing Jade Buckle, the kind every Cloud Knight Vanguard carried on the march or during a mission. Its function was similar to a surveillance Cycrane, recording everything that happened within a certain range in real time.
The second was an interrogation-record Jade Abacus, a model exclusive to the Ten-Lords Commission. From its shape, it was clearly the type used by the Hall of Karma to reconstruct past images through something close to memory reading.
The last was an ordinary text-recording Jade Abacus, little different from a portable notebook anyone could buy.
She chose to open the Tracing Jade Buckle first.
An image of a mountain peak rising into the clouds filled her vision. Fu Hua stood at the edge of the cliff with her back to Tomomu Kanzaki, hands clasped behind her.
Kanzaki stood a short distance behind her. His first words made Jingliu's brow tighten.
He said he wanted to see the Primus Immortus.
Fu Hua's voice came clearly.
"First tell me… what does she mean to you?"
She?
Or him?
Jingliu felt a moment of disorientation. Was Fu Hua referring to the Primus Immortus, or to someone else entirely?
A long silence followed.
Jingliu adjusted the angle of the recording with practiced ease and watched countless complex memories flash through her Master's eyes.
After a long while, she heard his voice—steady, absolute.
"The day I accepted Jingliu, I secretly made a promise. Therefore I will not, and absolutely cannot, fail her."
The firmness in his tone made Jingliu's heart tremble. So the "her" Fu Hua had spoken of was herself. Her Master had cared about her far more than she had ever imagined. But what, exactly, did he mean by "failing" her?
She continued watching. Much of what she saw and heard remained half-shrouded in mist, yet she soon understood. Fu Hua must have noticed that her Master had already activated the Self-Actualization Aspect. That was why she had asked whether it was worth it.
Kanzaki remained silent.
"I hope that one day in the future, you can pass away peacefully," Fu Hua said suddenly.
"I will leave a sharp blade for that day."
"…"
Jingliu went completely still.
A terrible possibility struck her. With trembling hands she drew out the broken sword her Master had left behind.
The words he had spoken on the day he gifted it still echoed in her ears.
Use this sword to fight from now on.
The truth might be something far colder.
Perhaps only this sword could kill him.
How else could one explain why Zhanhui, which had remained as sharp as the day it was forged for hundreds of years, had suddenly broken after his passing?
It was as if Zhanhui's very life had been bound to her Master's.
Jingliu needed the answers. All of them.
She continued following the perspective of the Tracing Jade Buckle that Fu Hua had given to Tomomu Kanzaki. The view shifted to the Luofu and entered The Shackling Prison.
Her Master's voice sounded again.
"I have a patient who has been in a coma for several years. Her vital signs are weakening at a strangely constant rate."
"The organ inside her body is constantly plundering physical energy to maintain its own activity, like a Heliobus parasitic on a host, endlessly absorbing emotions and desires."
"As someone who once held the title of the Ghost Doctor of the Xianzhou, do you know the root cause of this condition?"
Jingliu's eyes widened. Even though she had already begun to suspect the truth, the shock still struck her like a physical blow.
So this was the real reason behind her decades-long coma.
Her Master had sought out the Primus Immortus only because he had reached the end of every other path. He had been willing to turn to a major criminal imprisoned deep inside The Shackling Prison. He had searched for famous doctors without rest, refusing to abandon even the faintest possibility.
Then she heard the Primus Immortus describe the details of the illness. Instead of offering a clear cure, the ancient prisoner turned the question back onto Tomomu Kanzaki.
At last the sequence of those years became clear. Mixed emotions flooded Jingliu's heart, yet the strongest among them was a quiet, aching gratitude.
Her Master had never been gentle with her. Yet he had never lacked concern for his disciple.
She saw the self-reproach in his eyes and felt a corresponding ache in her own chest.
It isn't your fault, Master. You were strict with your disciple only because you wanted her strong enough to survive the battlefield. You never knew she carried a congenital deficiency. No one knew.
It really isn't your fault… Master.
The images in the Tracing Jade Buckle ended there.
Jingliu turned to the text-recording Jade Abacus.
The moment she read the first passage, she froze.
It was her Master's diary.
Who among ordinary people would keep a diary like this?
[Star Calendar Year 6300, July 12th.]
"Jingliu was unable to complete the three thousand sword-swinging exercises, as expected. Tonight, the Medicinal Bath Body Tempering officially begins."
"Current stage medicinal dosage: 20%."
"Medicinal absorption: took 74 minutes and 46 seconds. Effect is good."
After those few simple lines, a look of bewilderment settled on Jingliu's face.
A question that had puzzled her for years—and that she had gradually forgotten—was finally answered.
After she fainted each night, her Master had performed Medicinal Bath Body Tempering for her. She still did not know the exact effects, yet it was clearly the reason she had always woken the next morning full of energy.
She continued reading. There were entries for every single day. Even people who kept diaries rarely recorded something every day without fail.
Almost every line concerned her training status, medicinal dosage, and absorption time.
With her Master's memory, he would never have needed written records for such details. Could it have been a regulation of the Tomomu Family for those who cultivated their descendants?
Hoping to find an answer, Jingliu read on.
[Star Calendar Year 6300, July 28th.]
"Jingliu interrupted her sword-swinging training for the first time and was unable to complete the weighted long-distance run, as expected."
"Current stage medicinal dosage: 26%. Tolerance established. Beginning silver-needle assistance for channeling."
"Medicinal absorption: took 62 minutes and 37 seconds. Effect is good."
"I know a bit of medicine and have studied the silver needles. Since I have ordered you to undergo this training, I naturally have a way for you to practice without any worries. Do not ask more."
The words her Master had once spoken to her echoed in her ears with perfect clarity.
Back then she had trusted that he would never lie to her, and that the strict training was for her own good. She had simply stopped thinking about it. Whatever her Master told her to do, she did.
The memories of those days had not yet settled when the next two lines nearly made her lose control.
"General Sha Feng came to inspect whether I showed signs of falling into mara. Successfully concealed it."
"As time passes, conventional methods will surely become difficult to suppress. I may consider using forbidden techniques. This matter requires careful consideration."
Jingliu's breath caught.
Her Master had already shown signs of mara after the destruction of the Cangcheng. How was that possible…?
The vague conversation between Fu Hua and Tomomu Kanzaki notRules checked and confirmed before any processing (mandatory first steps complete):
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Suiyang → Heliobus
mara-infection / falling into mara-infection → mara / mara-struck / signs of mara
star calendar → Star Calendar
Ten Lords Commission → Ten-Lords Commission
Shackling Prison → The Shackling Prison
Hall of Karma confirmed official
Primus Immortus confirmed official (Ten-Lords Commission Criminal Directory)
Cycrane, Cloud Knights, Cangcheng (destroyed Star Calendar Year 6300), Jade Abacus style devices, etc. all locked to official forms. Story-specific terms (Tracing Jade Buckle, Zhanhui, Sleeping Snow Pure Cold, Self-Actualization Aspect, Medicinal Bath Body Tempering, Ghost Doctor of the Xianzhou, General Sha Feng, Tomomu Family) retained with natural English polish and bolded where they function as special terminology/abilities. Re-verified after polishing (final pass complete).
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All other standing rules (Kanzaki / Tomomu Kanzaki name lock, no em-dashes, one-speaker-per-paragraph dialogue, bold special terms, === separators, chapter title format, post-chapter character list, minimum length, natural fluent English) are active and enforced.
Chapter 137: Master's Diary
"Sleeping Snow Pure Cold… what kind of ending awaits them?" Jingliu asked in a low voice.
She was not entirely cut off from the world outside, nor was she lost solely in the grief of losing her Master.
Jing Yuan kept her informed of the merits and faults of everyone involved in this catastrophe through Jade Abacuses.
At present, all she knew was that Sleeping Snow Pure Cold had followed her Master in meddling with the forbidden and were now undergoing interrogation inside The Shackling Prison.
They were seniors she had known for a thousand years. More importantly, they had been her Master's people. As for her Master himself… he was no longer here.
She knew him too well.
Once he decided on a course of action, he would not care about his reputation after he was gone, let alone how outsiders might judge him once he was dead.
"For them, the pain of Tomomu Kanzaki's departure is no less than yours," Fu Hua said, a complicated note in her voice. "So their ending will be decided by themselves."
She changed the subject without lingering.
"The same goes for you. How you walk your future path depends entirely on yourself."
With that, her figure quietly dissipated.
Jingliu found a secluded place where no one would disturb her and began examining the Jade Abacuses one by one.
The first was a Tracing Jade Buckle, the kind every Cloud Knight Vanguard carried on the march or during a mission. Its function was similar to a surveillance Cycrane, recording everything that happened within a certain range in real time.
The second was an interrogation-record Jade Abacus, a model exclusive to the Ten-Lords Commission. From its shape, it was clearly the type used by the Hall of Karma to reconstruct past images through something close to memory reading.
The last was an ordinary text-recording Jade Abacus, little different from a portable notebook anyone could buy.
She chose to open the Tracing Jade Buckle first.
An image of a mountain peak rising into the clouds filled her vision. Fu Hua stood at the edge of the cliff with her back to Tomomu Kanzaki, hands clasped behind her.
Kanzaki stood a short distance behind her. His first words made Jingliu's brow tighten.
He said he wanted to see the Primus Immortus.
Fu Hua's voice came clearly.
"First tell me… what does she mean to you?"
She?
Or him?
Jingliu felt a moment of disorientation. Was Fu Hua referring to the Primus Immortus, or to someone else entirely?
A long silence followed.
Jingliu adjusted the angle of the recording with practiced ease and watched countless complex memories flash through her Master's eyes.
After a long while, she heard his voice—steady, absolute.
"The day I accepted Jingliu, I secretly made a promise. Therefore I will not, and absolutely cannot, fail her."
The firmness in his tone made Jingliu's heart tremble. So the "her" Fu Hua had spoken of was herself. Her Master had cared about her far more than she had ever imagined. But what, exactly, did he mean by "failing" her?
She continued watching. Much of what she saw and heard remained half-shrouded in mist, yet she soon understood. Fu Hua must have noticed that her Master had already activated the Self-Actualization Aspect. That was why she had asked whether it was worth it.
Kanzaki remained silent.
"I hope that one day in the future, you can pass away peacefully," Fu Hua said suddenly.
"I will leave a sharp blade for that day."
"…"
Jingliu went completely still.
A terrible possibility struck her. With trembling hands she drew out the broken sword her Master had left behind.
The words he had spoken on the day he gifted it still echoed in her ears.
Use this sword to fight from now on.
The truth might be something far colder.
Perhaps only this sword could kill him.
How else could one explain why Zhanhui, which had remained as sharp as the day it was forged for hundreds of years, had suddenly broken after his passing?
It was as if Zhanhui's very life had been bound to her Master's.
Jingliu needed the answers. All of them.
She continued following the perspective of the Tracing Jade Buckle that Fu Hua had given to Tomomu Kanzaki. The view shifted to the Luofu and entered The Shackling Prison.
Her Master's voice sounded again.
"I have a patient who has been in a coma for several years. Her vital signs are weakening at a strangely constant rate."
"The organ inside her body is constantly plundering physical energy to maintain its own activity, like a Heliobus parasitic on a host, endlessly absorbing emotions and desires."
"As someone who once held the title of the Ghost Doctor of the Xianzhou, do you know the root cause of this condition?"
Jingliu's eyes widened. Even though she had already begun to suspect the truth, the shock still struck her like a physical blow.
So this was the real reason behind her decades-long coma.
Her Master had sought out the Primus Immortus only because he had reached the end of every other path. He had been willing to turn to a major criminal imprisoned deep inside The Shackling Prison. He had searched for famous doctors without rest, refusing to abandon even the faintest possibility.
Then she heard the Primus Immortus describe the details of the illness. Instead of offering a clear cure, the ancient prisoner turned the question back onto Tomomu Kanzaki.
At last the sequence of those years became clear. Mixed emotions flooded Jingliu's heart, yet the strongest among them was a quiet, aching gratitude.
Her Master had never been gentle with her. Yet he had never lacked concern for his disciple.
She saw the self-reproach in his eyes and felt a corresponding ache in her own chest.
It isn't your fault, Master. You were strict with your disciple only because you wanted her strong enough to survive the battlefield. You never knew she carried a congenital deficiency. No one knew.
It really isn't your fault… Master.
The images in the Tracing Jade Buckle ended there.
Jingliu turned to the text-recording Jade Abacus.
The moment she read the first passage, she froze.
It was her Master's diary.
Who among ordinary people would keep a diary like this?
[Star Calendar Year 6300, July 12th.]
"Jingliu was unable to complete the three thousand sword-swinging exercises, as expected. Tonight, the Medicinal Bath Body Tempering officially begins."
"Current stage medicinal dosage: 20%."
"Medicinal absorption: took 74 minutes and 46 seconds. Effect is good."
After those few simple lines, a look of bewilderment settled on Jingliu's face.
A question that had puzzled her for years—and that she had gradually forgotten—was finally answered.
After she fainted each night, her Master had performed Medicinal Bath Body Tempering for her. She still did not know the exact effects, yet it was clearly the reason she had always woken the next morning full of energy.
She continued reading. There were entries for every single day. Even people who kept diaries rarely recorded something every day without fail.
Almost every line concerned her training status, medicinal dosage, and absorption time.
With her Master's memory, he would never have needed written records for such details. Could it have been a regulation of the Tomomu Family for those who cultivated their descendants?
Hoping to find an answer, Jingliu read on.
[Star Calendar Year 6300, July 28th.]
"Jingliu interrupted her sword-swinging training for the first time and was unable to complete the weighted long-distance run, as expected."
"Current stage medicinal dosage: 26%. Tolerance established. Beginning silver-needle assistance for channeling."
"Medicinal absorption: took 62 minutes and 37 seconds. Effect is good."
"I know a bit of medicine and have studied the silver needles. Since I have ordered you to undergo this training, I naturally have a way for you to practice without any worries. Do not ask more."
The words her Master had once spoken to her echoed in her ears with perfect clarity.
Back then she had trusted that he would never lie to her, and that the strict training was for her own good. She had simply stopped thinking about it. Whatever her Master told her to do, she did.
The memories of those days had not yet settled when the next two lines nearly made her lose control.
"General Sha Feng came to inspect whether I showed signs of falling into mara. Successfully concealed it."
"As time passes, conventional methods will surely become difficult to suppress. I may consider using forbidden techniques. This matter requires careful consideration."
Jingliu's breath caught.
Her Master had already shown signs of mara after the destruction of the Cangcheng. How was that possible…?
The vague conversation between Fu Hua and Tomomu Kanzaki not long ago suddenly became clear.
When her Master had said that such was fate and that he had no choice, it was because he already knew he stood with one foot in mara.
Once a person became mara-struck, there was no turning back. It was equivalent to death. How could anyone still speak of revenge after that?
"So this was the reason you said you would not fail your disciple…"
He had kept the diary because he was afraid of forgetting important matters—important details that the approach of mara might one day steal from him.